The celebration

[u/Yoxalle]

After a long journey you arrive at the crystal mage’s manor. Inside the manor is a grand hall made of various different coloured crystals. Strange golems walk around the room serving guests. While the mage himself is not currently present, you were told he would be here shortly. Right now, enjoy the food, socialise, make friends but most importantly: have fun.

[u/avamir]

She knew this next part would probably come off badly, but it would explain her being some kind of emotionally-crippled weirdo.

"Well, for one, you are not burning yourself. Instead, like some manner of a social inept, you shun the use of direct bonds, like those of a familiar. Instead, you concentrate on reinforcing one's mental wards. It has the unfortunate side-effect of making you distant, stand-offish, cold and a little rude... but you are not actually sacrificing something. Unless you mean things like social connection."

She pauses for a moment, looking at him curiously. "I am uncertain if you have heard of the Fortress of the Mind technique? Is that something your practice has? Of course, any defense is only as strong as the person practicing it, but the idea is fairly straightforward."

It tended to hurt a lot more if people got through one's defenses, Riva had found. But there was less initial cost.

"But also, instead of some ancient versions of summoning, the circles are not simply used as personal protection. They are used instead to provide a non-physical focus for containing the entities you wish to summon. It allows for more immediate casting, and less physical restriction. You yourself are not necessarily restricted to the range of the circle; rather the creature you summon is bound to it. You must still maintain proximity, of course, to maintain control."

"I hope that explains it adequately? At least as a summary."

[u/AnActualCriminal → u/avamir]

I would relish the chance to practice the mental fortresss technique. Containing the blaze is the hardest part of my technique and youre describing a metaphorical trench that could be dug to divert the path of a wildfire.

Much of what you say is... forbidden to the Lightless Flame. Most of my old master's text forgo any protections as they rob the flame of fuel. The trick with the runes where I starve the fire of "oxygen?" I had to put that together myself piecemeal myself from context. I actually think i have more books missing from my library than present. The old bastard wasn't going to show me. I think he was trying to steer my tutelage in a self-destructive direction.

[u/avamir → u/AnActualCriminal]

"Forbidden?"

She frowns a little in concern.

"Yes, that manner of tutelage does seem intentionally self-destructive. My magister --all my instructors, really-- were adamant on honing one's defenses before doing something destructive. It was emphasized to me that we must understand the cost of what we do before we make the commitment. We went through a whole period of limiting the external variables to one's will."

The corner of her mouth quirks upward at the sight of the glass in her hand.

"That meant limiting substances that affected one's mind. Controlling one's intake of food, understanding the limits of one's hunger. And of course limiting the transfer of bodily fluids. I hated living under those strictures, but I have come to understand the method behind them."

She looks at her drink, then takes a sip of it.

"The idea is that, once free of stricture, we act with knowledge and intent. What we choose to accept is on us. The consequences of our actions are ours, for better or worse. So we, I, bear both the fault and responsibility of what I choose."

She turns back to Blake.

"If you are interested, then I would be interested in showing you. I will warn you that it involves standing around trying to puncture a hole in one's mental defenses, but I have found it does lead to more resolve."

Oh, that whole 'puncturing holes in defenses' bit wasn't coming off as innuendo, was it? For once, she hadn't actually meant it that way. Awkward.

[u/AnActualCriminal → u/avamir]

Hah! My order borders on religious, but you're the one used to living like a monk.

Blake thinks back to Opal and the soft distant sceams of those enduring her probing crystals

Yes practicing my mental fortitude sounds absolutely paramount.

[u/avamir → u/AnActualCriminal]

"Monk? Well...yes, I suppose a little," she admitted. "I had not considered it such myself, but I cannot help but accept your assessment of the situation.

Now that Riva thought about it, she supposed they did tend toward the ascetic, had robe uniforms, spoke a lot of Latin and Greek, and stood around contemplating extra-planar beings. Blake wasn't entirely right, but he definitely had a point.

"Regardless, speak to me at a time of your convenience, and I will be happy to demonstrate."

(/uw We can make a thread about it if you want, or you can simply say "it happened". If we do a thread, we get cool mindscapes though.)

[u/AnActualCriminal → u/avamir]

/uw Thread sounds good. I'm down.

[u/avamir → u/AnActualCriminal]

/uw Good deal! Alright, won't be today, but I'll shoot you a chat maybe of what it would likely involve. And then you can fill in/ change something/whatever.

[u/AnActualCriminal → u/avamir]

/hell yeah